Chapter 269: Some Deals After Joining

Back then, they didn't threaten to kill us. The younger one glanced at the empty wine glass. Besides, they have too many rules, even more than those legions do.

I currently have only one rule. If you follow this rule, I believe I won't harm you. Shaoke took out a large-format blank book from his magic bag, then slowly stroked the book, which was crafted from many precious magic materials.

Dark precious metal wrapped the book's corners to protect them from wear and tear. A hazy figure wrapped in a tight cloak held a long scythe. On the metal cover beside the figure, the Chinese characters for 'Death God' were inscribed. Of course, all this was a blank book Shaoke had made during his leisure time back then, and he never thought it would come in handy now.

No matter what method you use to obtain precious magic materials, you can exchange them with me for any item suitable for your rank. Well, except for staves and robes. Shaoke toyed with the blank book in his hand for a moment before slowly stating the first rule of this newly formed organization.

Well, if it's about completely obeying all the organization's commands, I'd rather be killed by you now. The younger mage gave a wry smile. He didn't take Shaoke's words seriously at all; he didn't even have some slightly higher-grade materials, not even the most basic high-grade gem powder for building magic arrays.

Can I trade for auxiliary potions? The older mage added a piece of firewood and spoke his need in a low voice. Fourth Rank auxiliary potions would also be fine. He looked at Shaoke expectantly. If not potions, some magic books would be acceptable. Then he pursed his lips and fell silent.

This is the potion I am currently taking. Shaoke took out a small bottle and tossed it to the mage. I only have high-grade potions here; there are no low-grade potions at all. He gave a wry smile, surprised the mage valued potions more than magic books.

Sixth Rank? Should be Seventh Rank potions! After carefully pouring out a pill to examine it, the mage excitedly and uncertainly asked Shaoke. The potions you exchange for—are they also this kind? He stared at Shaoke nervously, his thin hands gripping the jade bottle, his fingers still trembling as they stroked the pill.

Yes, if you can be sure that your meditation space can withstand this potion, I can certainly give you these Seventh Rank potions. Shaoke rubbed his forehead, realizing he now hated this kind of bargaining. Before, he had been the one to accept such terms; now he was the one offering them.

The potion was passed to the other mage who had been nervously watching his companion. After inspecting it, he also looked at Shaoke with an excited expression. 'I only need Sixth Rank potions. I don't think we can withstand Seventh Rank potions,' the younger mage said, licking his dry lips. 'As long as it's magic materials, right?'

Higher-grade magic materials. Shaoke repeated. I don't care how you get those materials. I only know that when I see them, I will pay you with potions according to their value. If you don't agree, then I'll have to kill you now. With that, Shaoke poked the firewood with his staff, and the orange flames turned an oily green, which looked eerie.

Is there any ritual required? The older mage looked nervously at the changed color of the fire. Through mental perception, he knew these flames were actually a strange spell suspended there by some unknown technique from the other party. This discovery brought more thoughts to his mind, but now was not the time to speak with his companion.

Write down your real names, and on a spellcaster's honor, guarantee these names are real. Shaoke handed the book to the other party, then took out a quill pen with a transparent crystal tip and also handed it over. I think in this regard, you won't disappoint me.

As you wish, Honorable Mage. The mage hesitated for a moment, then took the blank book and quill. After sensing that the blank book only contained simple and clean magical and mental fluctuations, he injected his mental energy into a blank space and wrote his name confidently. Finally, at Shaoke's request, he stamped his mental and magical imprints on the paper.

After doing all this, he also wrote some of his unique magic script beside it according to Shaoke's requirements. These words prevented the paper from being damaged by the prolonged presence of the magical script. Of course, the other mage wrote his name following the same method.

Honorable Mage, what is the nature of our organization? the young mage asked in a low voice after handing the book and pen to Shaoke. I assume we won't have to go against other large organizations.

Facing this new member's question, Shaoke shook his head, then put away the book and retrieved his own potions. Define this organization as bandits—a group of mage bandits. He rubbed his head and continued, As for other large organizations, if you want to oppose them, no one will stop you, but then don't expect the organization to come forward to help you. After speaking, Shaoke thought for a moment and added some more.

Of course, if other so-called Mage Guilds or Wanderers Alliance come after us, I think we should cut off their heads and store them to exchange with those necromancers. With that, Shaoke took out the two skulls he'd turned into small white magical items. These were the skulls of the two mages who had destroyed his lab some time ago. These skulls could be fashioned into staves, though mostly by necromancers.

Faced with Shaoke's brutally direct approach, both mages felt a bit uncomfortable, but since they had participated in that battle back then, they could still accept this situation. Later, after discussing some other aspects of the organization, the three mages began to rest.

Since they didn't bring tents, Shaoke casually tossed them two animal-hide sleeping bags and then went back to his tent to rest.

Shaoke didn't sleep that night; instead, he meditated and read. As for the situation of the other two mages, Shaoke was completely indifferent, because he was not a good leader and didn't care at all about these newly joined members. He was only doing this to obtain some precious magic materials as quickly as possible at some cost, so as to continue his lab and other matters.

The next day, Shaoke began preparing breakfast very early as was his habit. Then the other two mages crawled out of their animal-hide sleeping bags and helped Shaoke with some breakfast preparations.

What about your gains from playing bandits? I want to see if there's anything I need. Shaoke flipped a piece of meat while casually asking the two mages. As for their names, Shaoke was too lazy to call them. You don't need to hide anything from me. You know my presence benefits you. Shaoke racked his brains to demonstrate his importance from various aspects. Of course, he didn't overdo it.

Only some gold coins and ordinary magic materials. The older mage thought for a moment, then took out a small magic bag from his bosom. This bag was more than half the size of the most ordinary one Shaoke used. After obtaining permission to detect, the mage barely scanned the contents inside and then shook his head.

This kind of material can't be exchanged for anything with me. Well, I think you should continue to work hard in the future. At this point, Shaoke seemed to remember something and said, If you can invite a Fifth Tier mage or above to join this group, you can still get some potion rewards. Then he suddenly remembered something from the magic bag just now, frowned, and asked the other party to take out that item according to his description.

A somewhat damaged magic book, written in ancient magic script. But for some reason, this powerful book had been damaged. After briefly looking at the cover, Shaoke frowned and asked, Are you willing to exchange this book? Five Sixth Rank pills. Then Shaoke looked at the older mage, temporarily abandoning the task of grilling the meat slices.

This book was discovered by me and my companion. If it's only five pills, we won't have enough to distribute. The elder mage was silent for a moment, then tentatively offered an opinion. If it's convenient, can we get one pill in advance? He looked at Shaoke nervously, because until now, he still hadn't figured out the temperament of this high-rank mage before him. He wanted to take this opportunity to gain a deeper understanding.

That's your business. Shaoke casually took out five Sixth Rank pills, which were the type that specifically increased mental power or magic power as they had mentioned. Then the mage unhesitatingly took the damaged magic book, but he did not open it to read right away.